Chapter 10 #3
Ethan gripped Blake’s waist and guided him closer until their cocks touched for the first time, the contact sending a tingle of pleasure through Blake’s shaft.
Ethan ran his hands over Blake’s chest with an awestruck look in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not having muscles like you.”
With his fingertips, Blake gently lifted Ethan’s chin until he met his gaze. “I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Ethan’s expression melted, and he leaned forward, taking Blake’s lips in a sweet kiss.
The soft brush of his lips was so relaxing that Blake gasped in surprise when Ethan’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
As Ethan squeezed and stroked his shaft, Blake moaned into their kiss.
When had another man’s touch ever felt this good?
“Lube?” Ethan asked.
“Side of the nightstand.”
Ethan chuckled when he saw the bottle of lube nestled in the cupholder Blake had attached to his nightstand. He brought the bottle over and drizzled a steady stream over both of their cocks. The cool fluid flowed down Blake’s shaft until it was dripping onto his balls.
“Fuck,” Blake whispered. His cock was so hard, so primed for action, that it pulsed slightly with every beat of his heart.
Ethan capped the lube and tossed it onto the mattress next to them.
He scooted forward a bit more, until their balls pressed together.
After spreading the lube to ensure it thoroughly coated them, Ethan wrapped his hand around both of their slick cocks.
That sensitive area right under Blake’s head – which Blake called his “special spot” – touched the same area on Ethan’s dick.
Ethan began stroking them, his hand gliding up and down their erections. On each upstroke, he shifted their dicks side to side, so their special spots rubbed together. Tingly energy sparked along Blake’s shaft.
With a groan of animal lust, Blake took Ethan’s mouth in a passionate kiss, which Ethan deepened immediately, sliding his tongue along Blake’s. While they panted and moaned around their kiss, Blake flicked his fingernails over Ethan’s stiff nipples.
So this is frotting. Blake had heard about it, but hadn’t tried it yet, always defaulting to either blow jobs or fucking.
This felt incredible, though, giving and receiving pleasure with only their dicks.
He wanted to do this for hours, forget the world and rub against Ethan while they basked in their shared body heat.
But pressure was slowly building in his core, each stroke taking him closer to the edge.
Ethan pulled back from their kiss and gazed deeply into Blake’s eyes, a crimson flush creeping up his neck and cheeks. “I’m getting close.”
“Me too.”
“Put your hand over mine.”
Blake closed his hand around Ethan’s, so they were stroking their cocks together. With his free arm, he hugged Ethan to his chest.
Ethan clung to Blake, letting out a series of short, staccato moans.
As pressure built behind his balls, Blake went cock-dumb.
His eyelids fluttered shut and his mouth fell open.
He was overwhelmed by pleasure, teetering on the edge of orgasm – so close, but just out of reach.
He dropped his chin to Ethan’s shoulder, bucking his hips and thrusting into the tunnel formed by their hands, desperate to come.
Ethan’s body stiffened, and a jet of warm cum struck Blake’s forearm. Another shot landed on his wrist.
Holding Ethan while he shuddered through his orgasm was what finally pushed Blake over the edge. With a groan of relief, Blake came. His cum mixed with Ethan’s, spilling over their fists and flowing down their fingers.
They slumped against each other, panting, their spent cocks softening in their grip.
Ethan’s shoulders hitched once, then he broke into laughter, a bright, happy sound that made Blake smile. “That felt good.”
“That was one of the best comes I’ve had in a long time.”
“Get outta here,” Ethan said, giving Blake’s bicep a playful slap.
“I’m serious.” Blake cradled Ethan’s cheek. “Will you sleep over?”
The corners of Ethan’s mouth trembled, and he nodded.
Blake looked down between them. There was cum everywhere – coating their fingers, dripping onto their balls, and painting their stomachs. There was even some running down Blake’s thigh.
“We should get cleaned up. There’s a towel under the bed.”
Ethan felt around under the bed, frowned, and held up a sock. He felt around some more and pulled out a T-shirt.
“Sorry. I may have shoved some clothes under there, too.”
Ethan reached under the bed again. “There it is.” He handed one end of the towel to Blake and used the other half to dry off.
“I’ll have to get up early for work.” Ethan sat up and used his foot to slide his jeans toward the bed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked the screen. “Is it okay if I set an alarm?”
“Of course.”
After setting the alarm, Ethan clicked off the light, and he and Blake slipped under the covers. They snuggled together, Ethan’s back to Blake’s chest.
Blake couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep with a man in his arms. Porn shoots were all business. After you came, you hopped in the shower and got dressed. You definitely didn’t cuddle.
Hookups were no better. Most guys – wisely – weren’t comfortable falling asleep next to a stranger. Sucking and fucking a stranger? Sure. But sleeping with one? Not so much.
So Blake cherished this moment of closeness, hugging Ethan a little tighter.
“G’night, Blake.” Ethan’s voice was heavy with sleep. “Remember our stars.”
His breathing slowed as he fell asleep.
Blake kissed Ethan behind his ear, and tried to stay awake, savoring the warmth of his skin, the soft globes of his ass, the clean smell of his hair.
Eventually he drifted off, content in a way he hadn’t been in a very long time.
He dreamed of running through a field with Ethan, laughing and holding hands, under an impossibly vast canopy of brilliant stars.